DREAM: Kyle (roommate) and a friend of his are talking just next to me while I sleep. It sounds like they’re mumbling as I rise from the bed. I go to the bathroom to find a pile of fresh vomit splattered on the floor rug, and a black beanie cap left on top of it as if this was a temporary solution for the disaster. I get angry. I don’t understand why someone would not clean this up. I confront one of the new roommates we have who is a big black man with dreads. Opening the door to his room—he’s on the floor and there is at least five or six kids wrestling and lying in various positions all over the place. “Did you throw up in the bathroom?” He admits to it and apologizes in a weird way.
5:30 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Alfalfa Grain.
Work at China Wok—a fruitful night.
Eating Vegetable Lo Mein and drinking Honey Oolong Tea.
At Winston’s Café for the Songwriters Circle. Performing alongside with JoAnna Lynne, Mike Gombas, and a guy named Scott who has a project called Bro.Stephen (his voice and manner reminded me of David Bazan, very sweet and wispy, folk beauty and longing).
Snacking on fries offered to me from a woman named Shat. She also brought in a belly dancer’s skirt, which I wore towards the end of the night to jingle along with the music.
I was under the impression that Becca wanted me to stop by her house after the show. She’s not answering the phone. I throw two pennies at her window. No luck. I knock on the front door and her roommate Ava answers the door. I find Becca sleeping. She awakens and wraps herself with a red blanket. In the kitchen now. I brought Pumpkin Muffin mix to bake. I ask for eggs. She seems confused, “What are you doing? Are you really gonna make things?” “Yeah that’s what we’re doing.”
She shares with me her evening experience with Chris as I vent about the negative turn Margot and I have taken.
“It’s like he swallows his words.”
“It seems like she uses sex for power.”
Eating Pumpkin Muffins with Milk.
I find out that earlier tonight Becca had picked up some clothes off the street in Norfolk. Unknowingly to her these were Emily’s clothes that were discarded a few nights ago when I was over at Emily’s new apartment delivering her stuff.
I start swinging my leg back and forth gaining altitude—she follows. Imagining a scene in a mall or crowded area where one person would begin swinging their leg and pretend they have no control. One by one everyone else would follow creating a big room of people swinging their legs.
Sharing mild back rubs. Talking about the new roommate set-up at the house and how Doug and I share a room.
Becca: “I would love to wake up and look and see Doug…I can see you up on your bunk waking up and looking down at him sprawled out with his mouth wide open and like drool…and you know you can just jump down and do whatever you want and it’s not gonna wake him up.”
I start talking about masturbation and how taboo it still is to everyone. She’s asking questions about the process. I mention that men rely heavily upon visual stimulation. Describing the unique experience I had in Knoxville where mental images became unnecessary for stimulation—but rather it was the mysterious environment that fueled the flame.
Back home.
Eating a Hard Boiled Egg with Garlic Bread and Berry Tea.
Stretching.
Trimming video clips I’ve been capturing from old hi8 tapes.
A ½ tablespoon of Dream Juice
Sleep 8:30 a.m.
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